“I needed to know you were telling the truth.”
“W-What did he say?” When I tried to get Richard to help me or own up to having a hand in the deal with the Titans, he told me to fuck off, changed his number, and moved.
“He said sorry.”
“Sorry?” My voice rises, the word meaning nothing. He only said it because Godric was there. He would have never said that to me in person.
Godric’s eyes hold a cloud of confusion, as if he’s not sure if he did something good or bad. He’s over thinking and spiraling.
“Godric,” I whisper, trying to bring him back down to earth with me. His nostrils flare. I know just the thing we both need. Standing up, I take him by the hand and pull him toward the bathroom. Leaving the light off, I start the shower and shut the door. Taking my lead, he starts to undress, and I do the same. Stepping under the stream of warm water, I wait for him to enter. Last night, in here, we both felt safe, like we were alone in our own secret hideout. Living and breathing in the dark, a space that accepts us and fuels our inner strength. The door opens, and he steps in. I cling to him, my chest against his, my hand cupping his face.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my hand sliding down his jaw until my finger touches his lip. His mouth is so close to mine, I want to close the gap and connect with him. I want to fuck the guy who kidnapped me and is a known murderer. I see the good in him hiding beneath the villain everyone else sees.
His hands wrap around me until resting on my hips, just like last night, the head of his cock pressing against my stomach.
“Godric?”
His head rests against mine, and I close my eyes, my heart beating so hard with what I’m about to say.
“Touch me.”
“I am,” he mutters, but I want more. Grabbing one of his hands, I slide it off my side and down between my legs, my core throbbing.
“Here,” I whisper, the metallic smell of blood and gun powder fueling my inner courage. I almost want to turn on the lights so I can see Richard’s blood swirl down the drain.
Like a savage, he slams my back up against the shower wall, his thumb circling my clit.
“Like this?” he breathes out, his voice husky. All I can do is nod. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I want more. Two fingers slip into my heat as his mouth crashes into mine.
Kneeling down, he lifts my leg over his shoulder and buries his head between my legs. Just as I open my mouth to protest, the warm softness of his tongue flicks my core, and my eyes snap shut at the amazing sensation spreading through my torso. He laves, licks, and sucks at my clit. My hands tighten in his hair. My toes curl at how good it feels.
“I can’t take anymore,” I gasp. Moving back, hooded eyes look up at me, a devilish smile pulling at his sexy face. He’s obviously proud of his skills—and he should be.
“You fucking taste like raspberries and cream, Monet.”
My chest rises and falls, a smile on my face as a hand slips up my thigh. Hiking it up around his back, his hardness rubs my clit just right. A low moan slips from my lips, and his mouth kisses and nips at the skin of my neck. Placing my hands on the sides of his face, our lips a hairsbreadth away, our harsh breaths mix, becoming one. His hand slides up between us and swipes the hair from his face.
“This what you want?” His low growl vibrates with each word.
“Yes,” I moan, the desperation in my voice pleading him to take me already. It’s been so long since I’ve been this turned on.
He palms my ass and lifts until I have both my legs wrapped around him, my feet settling in the dip of his back just above his tight ass.
The tip of his cock presses into me, and my head lolls back, the spray of the shower pelting over my face and down between my breasts as he fully thrusts into me, stretching and filling me to the brink. It feels too good. I bite down into my bottom lip to contain myself from crying out like a wild animal.
His wet body tightens under my touch, his muscles so hard and defined, I can’t help but run my hands down his shoulders and arms as he brings me to the brink of ecstasy.
“There! There!” I cry out, my nails digging into his skin. He grunts, fucking me harder and harder, the smack of the water as he plunges into me filling my ears as I smash into an orgasm so hard, I see stars.